Please Marry Me With Divorce In Mind Novels & Stories

Whatever! I was lively earlier before coming here. I said it was okay. If I'm really going to marry any guy, I'll talk to him and tell him we'll just divorce after a few months. I'll tell him I have a boyfriend and I'll only agree to the marriage to solve my parents' problem. When I get half of my shares in the company, or whatever amount Daddy needs to rise in the industry.

just what if I try this marriage instead of thinking of ways to get rid of it? I mean apart of divorce option that they have thought to end our miseries, there can be another option as well – work on this marriage, try to work this relationship. My heart skips a beat in reaction to that thought. It's an indication that some corner of my heart likes the idea. Despite all the circumstances, I can't stop myself thinking of him as a man even though I know it's not right. The path I'm choosing is not going to be easy.

the last words from me came out as a whimper. "Well, I don't care about the help. This marriage means nothing to me. You mean nothing to me. Just name how much you want and we can get a divorce tomorrow. I believe you're good in that aspect, and you should be grateful that I'm being generous. You don't have to go through a long process of cautious planning to execute your wish. After all, I have only money to offer. Those around me only care about money, and you're not exempted." he dropped the bomb on me, as he went for another glass of wine.

“ I've been trying to call you, Dominique sent in some divorce papers and the will states that the property is now in his name! What are you going to do? You're not going to divorce him right? Right?” I smiled more of a cold smile than a friendly one. “ I'll be there tomorrow, inform Dominique, I want him there when I sign it as for the will… I don't care he can have it.” “ But yo-you worked so hard for this!” “ I know, but he made his choice and I made mine and also prepare some marriage certificates, I and my husband will be there tomorrow.” “ Husband!? What?!!” “ Bye!!” “ Gen? wait! Don't—” I ended the call, handing the phone back to Charles.

"Mom hopes Darren won't do anything foolish like that. The promise of marriage is sacred, dear. It is accountable before God. It can't be taken lightly." Chloe nodded gently. "Mom has never seen your status as an obstacle. After all, you're officially divorced. Don't let your past disturb your marriage with Darren in the future." "I almost resolved it about a year ago, Mom." "Mom blesses both of you, dear. Mom can't prevent the love that exists between you. Mom doesn't want to be an obstacle to her own son's happiness. Of course, Darren knows your strengths and weaknesses as a partner better than anyone. Mom and Dad will only be guides in the future."

No wonder Adrian warned me not to drag my feet over the divorce. Matthew's unexpected move disrupted all my plans. I thought I could finalize the divorce and head to Solaris to discuss the project with Fred. However, that was no longer an option. I feared something would happen if I went away.

Anyway, as the moonlight fades and the stars twinkle above, I want to express my heartfelt thanks again to each and every one of you. “I Married My EX”—a story filled with love, revenge, and mystical lupine magic—has now reached its final chapter. Drew and Jette’s journey unfolded through moonlit forests, ancient grudges, and surprising twists. Your unwavering support, your laughter shared in secret, and your whispered encouragement fueled my imagination.

Almyra's POV, He looked at me with a disappointed face and I had an assuring look on my face. “I guess I was too fast to say that,” he said after a sharp inhale. “I'm sorry about that.” “No, that's not it,” I muttered under my breath. We just met after several months of divorce so how am I supposed to say yes? Not that I could say no also, I was so stuck in the middle. “We have been divorced for some months so I don't think we can just get married that easily,” I spoke with a hint of empathy in my voice.

he shrugs. “What do you mean under the same roof?” I pique. “We’ve got to live in the same house.” “What?!” “Do you want the divorce or not? You refuse the offer, you’re stuck with my surname for the rest of your life.” “I want neither of those things,” I shoot back, “but I’m not going to reduce myself to living under the same roof as your mistress.” “Carla is not my mistress,” he warns. “Then who is she?”

I looked down and continued indifferently, “Since we were never married, there’s no need to get a divorce. Let’s break up.” I hung up. The next second, there was a loud knock at my door.